Love Is

by Emily   Nov 7, 2007


Love Is...

Love is driving all the way to my house just to see me for a couple hours.
Love is twirling my sister around in your arms after working in the barn for two days to make her birthday perfect.
Love is having someone to hold onto on the back of the fourwheeler.
Love is sharing one drink with two straws at the movies.
Love is getting on the ground to help take off my four wheeling boots.
Love is giving me your old jacket for the winter.
Love is seeing me with no makeup on in the morning and still telling me I look beautiful.
Love is being covered head to toe in mud and washing the fourwheeler with the power washer.
Love is when Im hugging you and Im still not close enough.
Love is making sure to catch me every time I trip.
Love is stealing your hat and watching you fight for it back.
Love is every time you smile, and my heart skips a beat.
Love is sleeping on my couch with your feet hanging off all night long.
Love is playing with my hair.
Love is knowing yesterday you were my past, today you are my everything and tomorrow you are going to be my future.
Love is being able to have silly talks about nothing for hours, but also being able to have serious ones too.
Love is sitting on the couch watching TV never letting go of your hand because holding it is like holding onto everything Ive always wanted.
Love is kissing me on the forehead and saying I love you babe
Love is having blown kisses in my pocket from catching them at the end of the drive way the night before.
Love is when you see my imperfections as my perfections.
Love is watching you work on your truck with your friends and loving every minute of it.
Love is sitting in the back of your truck looking at the stars and wishing on the shooting ones the same thing ever time.
Love is finally being able to find someone I can be myself around and knowing they love every bit of it.
Love is saying it wont change after have sex for the first time ever and meaning it.
Love is sharing Eskimo kisses.
Love is when each kiss is better than the last.
Love is blowing butterflies on my stomach and acting like Donald duck just to make me laugh.
And this is the kind of love that is going to define forever

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